If there’s one thing that will motivate me into action, it’s being told that I can’t do something. Even (or especially) when the person doing the telling is me.
In reaction to a phrase in my last post “When space limits me to work on just one project at time…” Uha, really? I went on “… working within the parameters of my living/painting space, I have to exercise a little more self discipline…” I have to what? Says who??
ink drips on handmade paper
Working on small (8″ x 10″ and smaller … often scraps) scale, there’s really no excuse, there’s no ‘no space’ that can’t be remedied with a small amount of putting stuff away!
Opaque white ink dropped into puddles of transparent colored inks, left to flow.
Settled with a selection of old doodles on watercolor paper, some bottles of ink and water; and the giddy enthusiasm of new colors, I soon had a small dripping/drying/oozing/dribbling production line set up.
Aided greatly by the way I work – splashy and messy – no harm can come from cross contamination and minor spillages.
In fact, I ended up using the least soggy works to mop up some of the more puddly over waterings
drips of ink, then water, then ink…etc, wet on wet + wet on dry
Release from these self imposed boundaries!
inks dripped onto wet threads draws up the pigment leaving outlines. Highlighted with stitching (recycling that thread!)
